У каждой души есть свой, ангел – хранитель… Он не знает, что такое покой и сон… Он, всегда рядом… Тучи затянули луну, горы укрыв облаками Звёзды падали
wild like _Wildstyle_ Line MC's up single file Gunnin em down [E.K.R.] Es isch de lyrisch Gstank-Ton, tuuf wie Plankton En teil stresse d'Belle wie Gaston Bis Lucky
la piu grossa pero va alla mia Family I love you Baby you are the one for me; I love you lucky love Italy and now everybody came come Mc, I love Italia
like Starsky and Hutch, stick the clutch Dare I squeeze three at your cherry M-3 (Take that, take that, take that, haha!) Bang every MC easily, busily
' Your best bet is fold 'cause I gots a bigger hand Plus I'm steppin like a monster so go-go and scram You ain't experienced, you lucky if you ride
: Chorus: Ja, das ist R'n'B, ja das ist Roger und Beat. Der Flow ist tight, die Hose weit und der Job ist MC. Ja das ist R'n'B, das ist der illste Shit
: La mia tana e milano 2000 La mia tana e milano 2000 La mia tana e milano 2000 La mia tana e milano, la mia terra Il Guercio: rap hascishin, Lucky
: (feat. Don Joevanni) Schiene molli cedono ai fischi e strofe senza poesia, se agli Mc mancano i midolli i loro dischi hanno la leucemia, livello zero
wanna write the sickest rhyme of my life So sick it'll blow up the mic, It'll put the dyna in mite Yeah, it'll make the dopest MC wanna jump off a bridge
you to front and flaunt your grip? You can't buy no relationship You played yourself... Yo, homeboy, you played yourself... [Verse 3] I'm in the MC game, a lot of MC
: ( Mc Clinton ) Your arms around me How can i complain With your arms around me Uhm, i know i'm a lucky man With your arms around me Honey, i'm taller
Swing batter batter swing, you still missin How you get a record deal? You ain't a DH I ain't a PH; you just got lucky and made some contact Now you wanna
, James Todd Smith, Shannon Scott, LaRock in the jams Why would they fuck with a don, Jehovah witness Him and his co-defendants, I eat 'em like Lucky
cincinattie the girls call me daddy and i probally aint leaving next time im in cleveland found my lucky coin in des moines and spit on a boy named
be nitro large, jumbo Your shit be itty bitty bitty bitty micro In your ass like a vaccine Point MC's to my hilly bill jeans I eat MC's with rice and
: I put down more hits than mafioso made And Lucky Lucianno 'bout to sing soprano And I know, I know the way you feel And baby bubba we gon' keep it
told you to front and flaunt your grip? You can't buy no relationship You played yourself Yo, homeboy, you played yourself I'm in the MC game, a lot of MC
, I wanna write the sickest rhyme of my life So sick it'll blow up the mic, it'll put the dyna in mite Yeah, it'll make the dopest MC wanna jump off a